Pretty soon I wanted to smoke, and asked the widow
to let me. But she wouldn't. She said it was a mean
practice and wasn't clean, and I must try to not do it
any more. That is just the way with some people.
They get down on a thing when they
don't know
nothing about it. Here she was
a-bothering about
Moses, which was no kin to her, and no use to anybody,
being gone, you see, yet finding a power of
fault with me for doing a thing that had some good in
it.